TV Says...

2007-06-15T22:30:00.000-07:00

The Spitter Has Been Apprehended!
Its been a month now since I quit my job at SFPL and moved on to my new job. On my last day we were informed by one of the librarians...The Spitter has been apprehended! Hooray! Now the computers wont have spooge all over them.

2006-10-24T20:12:00.000-07:00

I SUCK...
And I don't even know how to change that. So much for my keeping up on my Blog. Well, I think I'm back. But don't be sure 'cause I'm not.

2006-06-22T21:00:00.000-07:00

Tra La La
I was thinking that I need a little cheering up. Since I picked up yet another job (making it 3), I've been in a funk. A great big feel sorry for myself funk. FUNK!!! So in an attempt to lift my drooping spirits I splurged and bought myself a couple of CD's with cartoon theme songs. Now I don't know about you, but I love cartoons. Always have. Its been a huge source of friction between my mother and myself since I was about 14. It still is. She doesn't understand the appeal of cartoons because they are so "juvenille". Hey what do you expect, my mother is into ART ! So it still suprises me that she and my nonexsitant dad took both myself and my brother to see the Banana Splits when we were little kids. All four of the great ones were there...Fleagle, Bingo, Drooper and Snork! It was pandemonium! South Shore (in Alameda, CA) was overrun with a writhing mass of screaming kids. Since I was about 5 I was just trying desperately to see over the heads of all the other kids. My dad picked me up and put me on his shoulders. This is the single best memory I have of him. But thinking about the Banana Splits has put a smile on my face for awaile.
http://franklarosa.com/vinyl/AudioPlay.jsp?File=TraLaLa.rm

Many thanks to franklarosa.com for the audio clip and to melman2.com for the image

2006-06-11T23:01:00.000-07:00

My New Laptop
While I wasn't looking, my husband went out and bought me a laptop to facilitate by schooling. As a result I thought I'd try it out on all of you. Since I'm a technophobe the thing scares the hell out of me but we're trying to get along with each other. I guess I'll try to write something more interesting and substantial over the next day or so, since it has
wi-fi I can write from anywhere I guess. See you all soon. TV

2005-11-24T20:13:00.000-08:00

Yum Yum Give Me Some
(Or My Day At The Library)
Working at the library can be a dirty business. Most people can't believe the things that go on in that building. Case in point...A couple of weekends ago I go out to do the
mid-day room clean up. I see an older man sitting at one of the tables coughing. I look a little closer and think "Hmmm, that guy does not look good." As this is floating through my mind the guy picks up a folded newspaper and pukes into it. Gross! I start walking a little faster trying to get away. Once I get down to the end of the range I realize that all the voices in my head are finally agreeing with each other and yelling at me "That guy just PUKED in the LIBRARY! Do SOMETHING!!!" So flouting library rules, I whip out my cell phone (we are not supposed to have them on or use them in the library) and I call up security. Thankfully my husband is the one who answers the call. He tells me to wait at the librarian's desk and he'll send up a couple of guards. So that gets mopped up, so to speak, and I head out for my break. When I come back upstairs and head out onto the floor I run into J, a patron who has serious stalker potential, and start to tell him the story of the Puking Man. J asks me where this happened and I turn to point out the chair which is I full view of us. "Oh yeah, he was right over there what the hell is that guy doing jacking off in the library?" Yes he was and in the same chair as the Puking Guy. What a place to work!

2005-11-07T22:08:00.000-08:00

Warning: CA Content
My apologies to those who may be reading who are not from the beautiful state of California, because this entry is Californiacentric. I am siding with my favorite radio station Pirate Cat Radio
(87.9 FM), which may or may not still be on the air. He dude, I can't get you anymore did the FCC manage to knock you off the air? Anyway, all I have to say is...Vote Fucker!
Get out and vote tomorrow.

2005-11-06T14:20:00.000-08:00

Y.M.C.A.
It's been two weeks and I am still sick. I have missed so much work that I am going to get evicted because I have no $. I've taken to hiding in my room to escape my two kids who are bickering over whether one or the other is cheating at some Gundam video game they're playing in the other room. I feel like I'm being run over by a truck, I feel depressed, I feel trapped...but wait, there is a light on the horizon!
Flipping around the TV taking in the banal Sunday afternoon offerings I run into my favorite show. This show changes from time to time but I love it and watch it with gusto. It is the Time Life Music Collection Informercial. The show could be about the "Greatest Modern Soul Classics" or the "Best Love Songs of the 50's". It really doesn't matter I will watch it no matter what they are hawking this week. Today's offering was the best in quite a while...(drumroll please)..."The 70's Music Explosion"! I must own "The 70's Music Explosion" because it has some of the worst music ever created all on 10 discs! How could anyone resist a collection that has such gems as The Streak, Bad Blood, Rhinestone Cowboy, Baby I A Want You, Escape (The Pina Colada Song) and Mr. Bigstuff? This music is LEGENDARY. And those are only the songs on the regular disks, because if you order right now they will include for free a CD with all the best one hit wonders of the 70's. I am enraptured. I'm feeling a little better and dance the Y.M.C.A. as I make my way into the living room and search for my Mac Davis' Greatest Hits CD. Who says the 70's are over? We can relive them again and again and again. Thanks Time Life!

2005-11-04T17:05:00.000-08:00

Know What I'm Saying?
So as I'm walking down Telegraph Ave. today, going from my one job to my other job I was eavesdropping on the phone conversation of the guy walking behind me. We'll call him Ali because, well, he said his name was Ali. Ali was having a VERY ANIMATED CONVERSATION about how he and his buddy were going to go clubbing. You know pick up on girls and get drunk the usual. Now I figure you're thinking, So What? Most UC Berkeley students walking around town or campus are blathering on about getting drunk or laid or something stupid. Or, How Could You Say That About Some Of The Cream Of The Crop Of This Country's Young People? I say, these kids are incredibly stupid, don't let the name of the school fool you. Don't believe me? Well it is true, I should know because I had the misfortune of attending UC a few years ago and listening to this sort of drivel first hand. During class! However, this is not what I wanted to write about. Midway through the conversation ALi switches from English to Arabic. I'm not sure if he was on to another call with a different person or what, but suddenly it got really interesting. Well at least to me. His conversation went something like this:
Ali: "Arabic arabic arabic arabic know what I'm saying? Arabic arabic know what I'm saying? Arabic know what I'm saying? Arabic arabic arabic arabic arabic know what I'm saying? Arabic know...Arabicarabicarabicarabicnowatimsain? Arabic ."
I found myself wondering if the person on the other line did know what he was saying, I was wondering what he was saying (since, unfortunately , I don't understand a word of Arabic). I was wondering, isn't there a way to say "know what I'm saying" in Arabic? Do these words not exist in the language? I know that this is not the most interesting thing to write about or talk about or even think about, but hey I was bored. Know what I'm saying?

2005-10-12T23:16:00.000-07:00

OK, so I have been assured by some in the blogosphere that I would be brilliant if I started a blog. Well here I am! Apparently I have many a good tale to tell. This could be so, however I am of the opinion that most of my life is completely boring. But since I have the great pleasure to work in close proximity with the public I do have to say that sometimes I see the damnedest things. Let me give you and example...
Imagine little ole' me sitting quietly when my coworker comes up and starts to tell me that some "big hulking guys" (think "Neanderthals") are in my maintenance section and they are throwing books on the ground and making a complete mess of the area. I am dying!
"Jesus Christ Dude! I just cleaned that area. Don't people know how hard it is to keep this place looking good and in order so they can find things?" I whine.
"I am hiding from them because they scare me! I swear they saw me talking to The Librarian and now he is telling them not to mess up the area. I think they might try to beat me up!" coworker says breathlessly.
I start to growl, "I SWEAR that if I catch them in there ripping things up I'm gonna tell them to knock it off! I don't care how big they are man I'm sick of fixing those books and having them thrashed when I come back 10 minutes later!"
So this conversation continues in pretty much the same grain me alternately pissing and moaning about my maintenance area and threatening to scream at the patrons if I catch them anywhere near the place.
Its later, I'm shelving (a rhythmically laborious job that has a pleasing Zen quality to it), when I hear all this noise. Now before we get a head of ourselves, YES the library is LOUD...very, very loud, but this is a loud like I've never heard before.
First, this loud seems like it isn't trying to be loud.
Second, it is a totally incomprehensible loud. Grunting loud. I peek around the corner and spy 4 big hulking (yes, "Neanderthal") guys, grunting and hooting to one another as they head into my maintenance area.
I am stunned. Could this be possible? They dare to come back to MY area and attempt to destroy it again? After I picked up after them from before? Is my coworker nuts? Beat him up, eat him up is more like it.
I am horrified. I am furious. I am...speechless? Speechless.
For those of you who don't know me your probably saying something like, "So what? Those guys are HUGE! You are showing the best judgment by staying far away from them."
But those who do know me are probably shocked and amused. "What TV don't have anything to say to those guys? TV is scared of those guys? TV you are such a wuss!
Oh you betcha.
My eyes are bugging out of my head. I am waiting for them to start clacking coconut shells and bones together to punctuate their parrot squawk staccato. Books are flying out into the aisle. Other patrons are running in the opposite direction. I turn and see The Librarian crouching down behind his computer just hoping that these guys don't head in his direction. All eyes in a 10 block radius are staring at these guys except the resident pervert who is leaning over trying to look under the table and up the skirt of the petrified young Asian woman who is sitting across from him. In the moment I find myself envying his ability to ignore the chaos in the 741's.
My hands start to sweat. They start to ache. You have no idea how tiring it is to play with books all day.
And, as suddenly as they appeared, the elevator closes on their squeals and the building sighs with relief.
I grab my cart and start over to clean up the mess while the left front wheel wiggles and squeaks.
Sorry it's so long. I'll try to be less long winded next time.
Just a quick shout out to my motley crew Malfouka, Gordo and Big Daddy Love.